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The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 30: A Wedding Of The Seven Gods.

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136 - The Great Sept Of Baelor

Visenya nervously paces back and forward in front of Lord Corlys. The Septon is still reading from the holy book, and Visenya is slightly thankful that she doesn’t have to stand in front of everyone as he does and the several preys. The cut on her lip has scabbed over, but she keeps picking at it with her teeth. The cut on her hand, as well as Aemonds, had been dressed by Ben the night prior.

The maiden cloak of House Velaryon weighs heavy on her shoulders. The cloak had been given to her this morning by Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. It was a beautiful, seafoam green base with many tiny seahorses embroidered onto the cloak, the lining was silver, and the words of House Velaryon could be seen by anyone who could read Valyrian.

Her dress feels too tight, and Visenya feels warm. The dress itself is even more beautiful than the cloak the queen had instead of it being white. The dress's material was soft, and Visenya wished she could remember what it was made of. The skirt falls to the floor and has an overskirt made of the same material. Within the overskirt are small details of what could be perceived as swirls of fire or waves at the bottom of the overskirt. The top of the dress is not plain like the skirt, with a scoop neckline that Visenya knows Aemond will like and detailing of dragon scales that go into the sleeves. Visenya curses herself for wanting sleeves; the bell sleeves now make her warm and are in her way. Visenya wears a golden belt around her waist and heavy golden earrings with a sapphire jewel in both.

Visenya's hair is the same as the night before, only now, instead of the headdress, she wears a golden diadem. Visenya fiddles with the thin gold bands around her fingers, and Lord Corlys stops her pacing by holding her hands. Visenya looks at her grandsire, and he gives her a warm smile to help calm her down.

Lord Corlys sees the cut on Visenya's bottom lip and her hand, and he knows that Aemond and her must have had another ceremony. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys had the same scars on them, as did a few other members of the Valyrian houses.

“I’m sorry that your father could not be here to see you today,” Corlys tells Visenya. That is not what she needs to hear right now. “I would suspect that he would be crying in the very moment if he could see you,”

“There is no doubt that he would be,” Visenya tries to joke. Honestly, she has been trying not to think of her father today or in the past month, and it makes her sad to know that he wasn’t the one escorting her, and she feels guilty for having Daemon escort her last night. Guilty that she was happy that he did.

“Visenya, I want you to know that nothing has made me more proud than having you carry the name of our House,” Corlys tells Visenya, and she stops breathing. “Even when you take the name Targaryen you will always be a Velayron,”

Both know the truth about who Visenya's actual father is, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Corlys pulls her into a hug and kisses the temple of her head. Of all the children said to be Ser Laenor, Visenya had been the one Corlys was the proudest to call his blood. The two pull away from a hug, and Corlys centres the diadem in her hair, centring the blue jewel on her forehead. Corlys grabs one of the hands that had been cut last night and pulls away the slightly bloody cloth to reveal the cut.

“Nyke sagon iā uēpa vala yn nyke gīmigon skoros nūmāzma,” Corlys tells Visenya, not angry, but he wants her to know that he knows. Anyone who knows Valyria's traditions will know the meaning behind the cut on her hand and lips, and Corlys suspects Aemond has matching ones.

I might be an old man, but I know what these mean.

Visenya smiles nervously at Corlys, her nerves now doubling. She doesn’t understand why she is nervous. Technically, Aemond and her were already married; perhaps she is worried that someone might find out about the wedding that happened last night and stop the wedding today. Visenya runs her tongue over the cut in her lip, and the copper taste is both gross and comforting.

Corlys takes one of Visenya's arms around and wraps it around his own. He never got to give his daughter away, and since Baela and Rhaena still have Daemon, this would be the only time that he would give one of his granddaughters, or anyone, away.

The two Kingsguards open the doors that lead into the Sept; Corlys gives Visenya a reassuring smile as they begin their walk into the Sept. The guests are split into two sides, and as Visenya and Corlys walk down the middle of the groups, Visenya can recognize the majority of the people on her side, but on Aemonds side, there are many faces she does not recognize. The banner of House Velayron and House Targaryen from the ceiling.

Visenya is too busy looking at the guest to realize that she and Corlys have already arrived at the bottom of the staircase. Visenya looks among the guests, and the King sits on Aemond's side. Dressed in the colours of House Targaryen with his golden mask on. Visenya smiles at her grandsire, not expecting him to give her reaction back, but the King uses all his strength to smile through his pain at her.

Corlys kisses both of Visenya's cheeks before joining Rhaenys side, standing in the front row on Visenya's side. Visenya looks up the stairs, and Aemond extends her hand. On his other hand is the cloak with the colours and sigil of House Targaryen.

Visenya can feel the heat creeping up her neck as she sees Aemond. She thought he had been beautiful last night, but as he stood before her now, she can’t help but think how lucky she is. Just like the night before, Visenya can tell that Aemond is nervous, his fingers grip the cloak he is holding, and he has a tight smile expression on his face.

Unlike their previous wedding, Aemond has his hair pulled back and his eye patch on. He wears a similar diadem to Visenyas, gold but the same red Valyrian jewel in Visenya's sword is embedded in his. His clothing seems to be made out of the same type of fabric as her dress, but his colour scheme contests two different shades of red, gold, and black. At the moment, he looks like a true Targaryen. His tunic is a dark shade of red, with the Targaryen dragon embroidered with a lighter shade of red lining the edges. His belt, pants, and boots are the same shade of black and within his belt seems a marking of Vhagar and another dragon, mostly likely Morghon. Aemond has a lighter, but still dark, shade of red cloak around his shoulders with his sword at his side. As for jewellery, Aemond wears a golden Targareny sigil neck and two rings on his bare fingers. One ring matches his brother's Dragon egg ring, and the other had been a gift from Visenya, a thick band with part of the jewel from her sword.

Like Visenya, Aemond had a prominent cut on his lip, and his hand was unwrapped.

Visenya takes Aemonds hand and gives him a reassuring smile. The two walk the rest of the way up the stairs and stand before the High Septon. Aemond and Visenya squeeze each other's hands before they let their hands fall.

Visenya and Aemond smile at each other.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The High Septon tells Aemond.

Removing her current cloak, the one of House Velayron, and replacing the cloak with one bearing the colours and sigils of Aemonds House is symbolic of Aemond bringing Visenya under his protection and into his family.

Visenya turns her back to Aemond so that he takes off the cloak. She takes in a sharp breath as he lifts it off her shoulders. Aemond hands the cloak to a priest that stands off to the side. Aemond shakes out the new cloak before he puts it on her shoulders; he quickly rubs one of his thumbs against the exposed skin of her neck before he steps away. Visenya fixes her hair before turning back to face the Septon.

"My Grace, My Grace, my lords, my ladies, we stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever." The High Septon says loudly, his words echoing across the room. Visenya slows her breath as he speaks; Aemond takes a step closer to his wife. Visenya's dress covers his hand as he brushes their hands together, hoping the contact calms Visenya down.

Aemond removes his hand from touching Visenya and brings it up with his palm open to the ceiling. Visenya rests her open palm against Aemonds, the cuts from last night connecting again. The Septon then ties a red and gold ribbon in a knot around their joined hands, literally tying the knot between them, symbolizing their union.

"Let it be known that Visenya of House Velayron and Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The High Septon says as he ties the knot. Aemond gently squeezes Visenya's hand, and Visenya just wants to look at him, but she keeps her eyes forward and on the High Septon.

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." The high Septon announces. Once the words leave his mouth, he unties the knot and unravels the ribbon. Aemond and Visenya keep their hands together once the ribbon comes off.

"Look upon each other and say the words,” The High Septon commands the two.

Visenya and Aemond turn to face one another, letting their hands fall to their sides. Visenya lets her smile through, but Aemond keeps his stoic expression. Aemonds heart is beating fast in his chest as he looks Visenya in the eyes.

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..." The two say simultaneously.

"I am hers, and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days," Aemond says.

"I am his, and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days." Visenya says at the same time.

Aemond turns away from Visenya and looks at their guests.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Aemond tells everyone in the room. Aemond brings his free hand up to the side of Visenya's neck, gently bowing his head down to kiss her. This time around, Aemond is gentle as he and Visenya kiss, the cut on their lips meeting.

As the two pull away, Aemond finally smiles at Visenya; she quickly kisses his cheek before they turn to face the audience. Visenya's side of the room is loud, cheering, clapping, and making other sounds, while Aemonds side just applauds the two.

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136 - The Red Keep

When they had first arrived at the hall, they had danced the same dance Visenya's mother and father had done before Aemond pulled Helaena onto the dance floor and Visenya Jace. Now Visenya and Aemond sit by themselves at the head table, watching their guest dance to the music. They wear the same clothes; only both have removed their cloaks. Visenya holds Aemonds hand in her lap, one hand holding his while the other gently traces her fingers over the cut on his hand. Her attention is mainly on the Riverland and Northern guests as they dance and drink. The sounds of laughter and the music reminds her of the time she, Ben, and Rob would spend in the taverns when at war. Visenya can hear the familiar sound of banging on the table, telling her that two people are trying to out-drink each other.

Aemond fiddles with a ring in his free hand. The ring he had made a year ago for Visenya before she left. He meant to give Visenya before the wedding, but other things preoccupied his mind. Visenya had gifted him a ring with part of the jewel from her sword, and Aemond had vowed never to take it off, not even in death. Aemond takes Visenya’s closer hand and slips the ring onto her finger. Visenya watches his actions and kisses him on his cheek.

“They are quite a loud group of people,” Aemond says as he looks at Visenya's guests. He is having difficulty understanding why Visenya likes to keep the company of such loud people.

“Believe me when I tell you they are holding back,” Visenya tells him with a laugh. No one had yet tried and fought each other, so she knew the night was still young. Visenya looks back at Aemond. “Are you not enjoying it?”

“I would be much happier if we could spend the night alone,” Aemond tells her, happy as he can see her cheeks turn light pink. A tempting offer.

“You know, we could join them instead of sitting up here. Dance and drink,” Visenya tell Aemond. She wants him to get along with her friends and the Lords. She loves being affectionate with Aemond in front of people, but part of her is screaming to join the party. “Or talk to some of our guests. Lord Stark and you might get along, and he is the best swordsman in all the seven kingdoms,”

“I thought you were,” Aemond teases, and Visenya shakes her head no.

“Compared to Cregan, my skills are no better than Aegon's,” Visenya jokes and Aemond smiles at her. If Visenya enjoys spending time with these people, they can’t be so bad.

The newlyweds look away from one another as someone clears their throat. The two look away from one another, and standing in front of their table is a dark-haired man. His hair is cut short, he has a cocky smile on his face, he is tall with broad shoulders, many scars litter his neck, and he holds himself with pride. Visenya immediately recognizes the man once she sees the Greyjoy sigil on his tunic.

“I have to voice my surprise when the raven with the invitation to your wedding arrived, Princess,” Dalton Greyjoy tells Visenya, focusing solely on her and not even looking at Aemond.

“Well, Lord Greyjoy, I see no reason why our families can not be on good terms,” Visenya tells him, giving him a fake smile.

“Please call me Dalton; Lord Greyjoy makes me sound like my father. I remember the first time I saw you. When you and your men took Orkmont. I remember thinking about how my father was lost to a Princess and how I should see her for myself. By the drowned gods, I understood why he was losing and why they called you the Blood Dragon—the Dróttning’daishar. I must say that I learned a few things from you,” Dalton says, and he takes a step closer to their table. Aemond lets one of his hands travel to his sword at his side, but as he looks at Visenya and sees a broad look on her face, he knows that the man is not a real threat. “I was hoping that our families would be one, but I understand the best match for a dragon is another dragon,”

“Is that all, Lord Greyjoy?” Visenya asks him. Alicent had been the one to insist that the Greyjoys and other Ironborn Lords be invited to the wedding.

“I would just like to tell you that one day I hope I can spill blood and kill alongside you and that the Iron Islands have not forgotten about your wrath, and we never plan to be on the side against you,” Dalton tells Visenya. Truthfully, Dalton wanted to make Visenya his wife when he first saw her. Dalton finally looks to Aemond, who has a crazed look in his eye. “And your family of crouse,”

Dalton bows his head down and leaves the newlyweds.

“You don’t talk about it a lot,” Aemond says, and Visenya shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t see why she should. She had done terrible things during the war.

“It's in the past. I don’t regret going, but I must admit that some of my actions were unnecessary,” Visenya tells him. She leans closer to Aemond as she whispers. “For every IronBorn that was scared of me, at least two Riverlands men were scared of him. They gave him the nickname The Red Kraken,”

Visenya leans back into her chair, takes the glass full of Riverland mead off the table, and brings it to her lips. She takes a sip, and Aemond watches as she licks her lips. He wants him and Visenya to go to their now-shared room. They didn’t get to spend the night together last night, and Aemond intends to spend it with her.

Visenya looks over to where Ben and Rob are sitting, and then two men wave to her to join them. Visenya looks at Aemond. She doesn’t want to leave him alone but wants to join her friends in the drinking. Aemond smiles at her and kisses her cheek, knowing what she is asking.

“Go,” Aemond tells her; she gives him a smile before standing up from her chair.

Visenya walks over to her friends, and Aemond watches as the two men bring Visenya into a hug before giving her a cup with some kind of drink in it. Now that Aemond is alone, Aegon makes his way over to his brother.

“Congratulations, Princess,” Cregan tells Visenya as he and Alysanne make their way toward the trio.

“Thank you, Lord Stark,” Visenya tells him as she stands between Ben and Rob.

“I must say that I was hoping to see you partaking more in the drinking. So many stories I have heard, and I am beginning to think that they are not true,” Cregan eggs her on as he takes a sip of his drink. “I reckon that I will drink more than you tonight,”

“Oh shit, you gonna let him talk to you like that?” Rob asks Visenya. Truly he wants Visenya to have fun and drink with them tonight.

“Was it one of the Banefort men that had such confidence that he could out-drink you,” Ben tries to remember.

“I think it was,” Visenya confirms as the group walks to one of the tables. “All I can remember from that night was Rob carrying me out while I swore in Valyrian,”

“And where was my dear brother to protect you during this?” Alysanne asks as the group sits down. Visenya is on one side, with Cregan sitting across from her.

“With one of the tavern wenches, no doubt,” Rob teases as he pours some mead into two mugs in front of Visenya and Cregan.

“I was with one of the Flint knights,” Ben tells the group.

The other Lords and Ladies start to notice what is about to happen and move to watch. Ben and Rob stand behind Visenya, and many of the Lords take her side. Alysanne pats her husband's shoulders before the two start to drink. The group begins a chant, and Cregan and Visenya start to drink.

“They are quite a loud group of people,” Aemond tells Aegon as the two watches the group of people crowd around the table. “Whatever is happening does not need that reaction,”

“I think it might. Your bride is currently in a drinking contest with Lord Stark,” Aegon tells his brother, and Aemond stands up to look over the heads of the people. “I think she is winning,”

Visenya slams her mug down onto the table, and her side erupts into cheers. Once Visenya realizes she has won, she joins in with the cheers. Visenya looks over to Aemond and waves him over, and she wants him to have some fun tonight with her friends. Aemond makes his way to the crowd, returning to what they were doing before. Aemond sits beside Visenya as he looks around the table. He already knows Ben and Rob, and Visenya tells him much about her two friends. He assumes the other two people sitting at the table are Lord Stark and his wife Alysanne, Ben's sister.

Rob takes the initiative of pouring mead into everyone's mugs, and Aemond takes him and smells it. He had been drinking wine all night, but as he took a whiff of the mead, he understood why Visenya had been drinking it. It smells like honey, and he suspects it tastes sweet, unlike the castle's wine. Ben reaches over the table for an empty cup and pours some white liquid into it.

“Hverr-” Ben starts but is cut off by Rob.

“Please, no old tongue. If we are going to drink and I have to listen to you all talk in that fucking tongue, I will jump into Blackwater Bay,” Rob says, and Aemond is slightly thankful for him.

“I’ll fly you into the sky so you can jump from high up,” Visenya tells him and the two smile at one another.

“Fine. Whoever loses drinks that,” Ben says in the common tongue; everyone around the table nods, but Aemond looks at the drink in the cup.

“What is it?” Aemond asks, unsure if he wants to drink it.

“A fermented drink from North of the wall. No need to fear it, Prince; Visenya once drank three cups of it in a night,” Cregan tells the Prince, and Visenya looks to Aemond.

“It’s not so bad. If you lose, just drink it very fast and try not to smell it,” She tells him, bumping their shoulders together.

Aemond is thankful that he is not the one who finished last. Aemond follows, banging on the table as Rob chugs down the drink. Visenya's laughter makes him happy that he joined them in the game.

Aemond takes Visenya's hand, and the two walk back to their table. Once Visenya is sat down, Aemond pulls her chair closer to his, and Visenya rests her head on his shoulder as she eats some of the bread on the table. Aemond grabs her free hand and kisses her palm. The two watch their guests, and their attention goes to Aegon as he abruptly stands from his spot between Helaena and Daeron.

It is apparent that Aegon had drunk more than he should have, and most of the Lords and Ladies think about how composed Rhaenyra is compared to her brother. Aegon raises his cup into the air, and everyone quiets down as he starts his toast.

“To my brother and his now wife, Visenya. At our young age, Aemond had always talked about how he would wed her, even going as far as threatening me when I expressed interest in our lovely, beautiful, magnificent niece. Only a year ago did I realize to what extent my brother was willing to go to have Visenya as his wife, just last night-” Helaena pulls Aegon back down, and Daeron shoves some pie into his mouth to stop him from announcing the wedding last night.

The room is quiet as the guests look between themselves and whisper about what Aegon is about to say. Rob stands up and pulls the attention to him, his glass raised in the air.

“Many of us have had the honour of fighting alongside Princess Visenya. Laying our lives down for her and her protecting and saving us. Without her, we would most likely still be at war. She never let us down on the battlefield, and like many here today, I owe my life to her. To the union of Prince Aemond and the Dróttning’daishar,” Rob says, and the Lords on Visenya's side toast her in the same name before downing their drinks.

Visenya looks at Aemond and smiles at him, and she knows what he will ask.

“That is the second time I have heard someone call you that,” Aemond whispers into her ear. “What does it mean?”

“It's just a silly name they gave me,” Visenya tells him. The Lords and men she had fought indeed gave her the name. “I gained quite a few, The Blood Dragon, Rider Of Death, Hvítrinn staggi, and that one. They are just stupid titles that mean nothing,”

“It’s in the old tongue?” Aemond asks, and she nods her head.

“Yes, many of the Lords speak it,” Visenya answers him. Visenya looks back to the crowd, most now calming down. “Two names relating to Valyria and two for the First Men. When I first heard them, it was at the end of the war I finally gained their respect and praise,”

Aemond lets it go, knowing that if Visenya wanted to tell him what it meant, she would have. He nudges her cheek with his nose, and she turns to face him. Aemond smiles against her lips. He doesn’t care that they are in front of so many people, Visenya is his now, and if he wants to kiss her, he will. Aemond moves the hand, not holding Visenya up to her jaw, deepening the kiss. She takes, like honey, from the mead and copper. Doubtless, the cuts on their lips have reopened as they kiss, but Aemond doesn’t care.

Across the room, Alicent watches the two. They might be married now but showing so much affection in front of so many people is not proper for the titles they hold. She stands from her seat and looks over to Rhaenyra, who is already looking at her with a pleading look. Rhaenyra knows how much the two love each other and who cares about what is proper at the moment, Daemon had already tried to make the stop, but Rhaenyra had stopped him. Alicent ignores Rhaenyra's pleading look as she makes her way to the head table. She stands in front of them for a moment but when the two don’t seem to notice her or make any sense of stopping the kiss Alicent loudly clears her throat.

Visenya pulls her lips away from Aemond and looks at the noise. Aemond doesn’t care if it is the King himself. He moves his lips to kiss Visenya's jaw and neck. Visenya lets out a nervous laugh as she sees Alicent; when Aemond starts to suck on the exposed skin of her jaw, she slaps his chest to gain his attention.

Aemond reluctantly pulls himself away from Visenya and looks to see who has disturbed them, a tight-lipped smile and an annoyed look on his face.

“I think it may be time for you two to retire to your room,” Alicent tells the two and Visenya nods.

“Of course, My Queen,” Visenya says and bows her head down. Alicent smiles at the two and leaves to go back to her seat.

Visenya looks back to Aemond and smiles at him, offering him her hand.

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